Virescit vulnere virtus (Courage grows strong at a wound)
The crest, well one of them, is cool having a crane feeding it’s young. Google the phrase and you can see the crest.
My mother’s maiden name was McMichael. Back in Scotland the McMichael’s were a part of the Stewart Clan. Above is their motto. I like it and find it to be true. In a way I think you must face troubles to find your courage, must find out how weak you are before you are strong.
Irrational fear is the enemy to me. I feel like many in this world are being lead by fear rather than by hope. I want more hope, but frankly it is hard to find these days, so thinks me.
Emily Dickinson wrote a poem about hope –
Hope is the Thing with Feathers
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
I hope today you find both courage and hope.